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me, one by one, more gently this time, but gave up when I saw that they just
floated back to me like magnets. “I guess let’s just see where they’re taking
me,” I said, not sure my own ears liked the sound of that idea.
You’re damn right I don’t like
the sound of that idea, Warrior. Let him kill them and get them off of us!
“You sound almost panicked,
fearsome Monster. I’m surprised with you.”
Never, my Monster growled
in head, and then gave me the equivalent to a mental middle finger.
If I wasn’t so close to panic
myself, I may have laughed. But it became evident where I was being led to, and
now I seriously began to worry. Twenty feet ahead and counting, the border of
the Outlands was waiting. I realized with a little horror that the Pixies were
going to shove me over, where the dark field under the dark skies waited. By
the time we reached the border I was ready to say to hell with it and tell
Kayden to slice the little bastards in half.
I didn’t have to. I was stopped
with the toes of my shoes just inside the lines, and the Pixies began to
flutter away instantly, leaving me feeling oddly naked, even though I was fully
clothed. They flew back to their flowers and trees, glancing around as if they
didn’t know how they had gotten here. I watched them for a moment before my
Monster told me that I was being stupid.
Why do I always have to remind
you to look to where the danger waits, Warrior. Sheesh, what would you do
without me?
“Uh, not be a murderous
psycho?”
Very funny.
I scanned the field with its tall
grass, searching for whomever or whatever had enchanted the Pixies into leading
me here, but there was nothing and no one to be seen. Kayden stood beside me,
studying the scene as well, and a long moment went by before I said, “Well,
that was weird.”
The look Kayden gave me was one
that said this was not the time to make jokes, and I took my Gladius from his
hand when he held it out to me.
“You know what else is weird,”
said a voice in the darkness. My head whipped around, searching for its source.
It was female, and by her tone I could tell that she was naturally soft spoken,
but there was still no one to be seen in the field ahead.
“What?” I asked the empty air,
not knowing what else to do.
And then the air five feet ahead
of me and to my left shimmered, and there stood a girl. She looked to be about
my age, with short, lavender-colored hair that was set into curls on side and a
little bit of her head shaved on the other. She wore very little makeup, but
was beautiful in a way that was more interesting than pretty. She wore all
black; leather boots with a short heel that came up to her knees, black jeans
and a black long-sleeved shirt. A black cloak was tied at her throat, the
inside of it a shiny silk that matched the color of her hair hung over her
shoulders and down to the ground at her feet. From the little bit of her wrists
that was visible, I could see black, indelicate tattoos climbing up and under
the shirt. And a look that could only be classified as vengeful was stuck on
her face and aimed at me.
It was almost a shame. A chick
that looked as kickass as this, I may have liked if given the opportunity. But
her next words said that there would be no such opportunity.
The girl said, “What’s weird is
when your brother goes on a business trip and never returns home. What’s weird
is that a little thing such as you could possibly have been his killer, as I
will now be yours.” She paused, and a leather gloved hand came up and touched
her chin. “Where are my manners? We haven’t been properly introduced. I’m
Surah.”
Nelly
I snapped out of sleep as though
I’d been slapped and sat bolt upright. For a moment, I couldn’t figure out
where I was, but when Tommy’s hand fell on my shoulder from where he lay beside
me, I remembered falling asleep beside him not too long ago. It was still dark
in the room, the city silent outside of the floor
me, one by one, more gently this time, but gave up when I saw that they just
floated back to me like magnets. “I guess let’s just see where they’re taking
me,” I said, not sure my own ears liked the sound of that idea.
You’re damn right I don’t like
the sound of that idea, Warrior. Let him kill them and get them off of us!
“You sound almost panicked,
fearsome Monster. I’m surprised with you.”
Never, my Monster growled
in head, and then gave me the equivalent to a mental middle finger.
If I wasn’t so close to panic
myself, I may have laughed. But it became evident where I was being led to, and
now I seriously began to worry. Twenty feet ahead and counting, the border of
the Outlands was waiting. I realized with a little horror that the Pixies were
going to shove me over, where the dark field under the dark skies waited. By
the time we reached the border I was ready to say to hell with it and tell
Kayden to slice the little bastards in half.
I didn’t have to. I was stopped
with the toes of my shoes just inside the lines, and the Pixies began to
flutter away instantly, leaving me feeling oddly naked, even though I was fully
clothed. They flew back to their flowers and trees, glancing around as if they
didn’t know how they had gotten here. I watched them for a moment before my
Monster told me that I was being stupid.
Why do I always have to remind
you to look to where the danger waits, Warrior. Sheesh, what would you do
without me?
“Uh, not be a murderous
psycho?”
Very funny.
I scanned the field with its tall
grass, searching for whomever or whatever had enchanted the Pixies into leading
me here, but there was nothing and no one to be seen. Kayden stood beside me,
studying the scene as well, and a long moment went by before I said, “Well,
that was weird.”
The look Kayden gave me was one
that said this was not the time to make jokes, and I took my Gladius from his
hand when he held it out to me.
“You know what else is weird,”
said a voice in the darkness. My head whipped around, searching for its source.
It was female, and by her tone I could tell that she was naturally soft spoken,
but there was still no one to be seen in the field ahead.
“What?” I asked the empty air,
not knowing what else to do.
And then the air five feet ahead
of me and to my left shimmered, and there stood a girl. She looked to be about
my age, with short, lavender-colored hair that was set into curls on side and a
little bit of her head shaved on the other. She wore very little makeup, but
was beautiful in a way that was more interesting than pretty. She wore all
black; leather boots with a short heel that came up to her knees, black jeans
and a black long-sleeved shirt. A black cloak was tied at her throat, the
inside of it a shiny silk that matched the color of her hair hung over her
shoulders and down to the ground at her feet. From the little bit of her wrists
that was visible, I could see black, indelicate tattoos climbing up and under
the shirt. And a look that could only be classified as vengeful was stuck on
her face and aimed at me.
It was almost a shame. A chick
that looked as kickass as this, I may have liked if given the opportunity. But
her next words said that there would be no such opportunity.
The girl said, “What’s weird is
when your brother goes on a business trip and never returns home. What’s weird
is that a little thing such as you could possibly have been his killer, as I
will now be yours.” She paused, and a leather gloved hand came up and touched
her chin. “Where are my manners? We haven’t been properly introduced. I’m
Surah.”
Nelly
I snapped out of sleep as though
I’d been slapped and sat bolt upright. For a moment, I couldn’t figure out
where I was, but when Tommy’s hand fell on my shoulder from where he lay beside
me, I remembered falling asleep beside him not too long ago. It was still dark
in the room, the city silent outside of the floor
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